Let the Good Times Roll

Let the Good Times Roll

I.

SWELL TIMES IN THE BIG EASY

You know when you realise something and looking back it was completely obvious. That was a feeling that Harry was irritatingly familiar with. Particularly recently, apparently New Orleans was the home of sexual awakenings and realisations.

When Percy had approached Harry one Sunday afternoon at the burrow. He hadn’t even been listening, he had been trying to subtly stare at Ginny and trying to figure out if her breasts were bigger or if it was the shirt she had on. According to Hermione she was wearing a push up bra. Which Harry didn’t understand but assumed was the most wonderful invention ever. “Sure Percy” Harry answered assuming it was just simple small talk.

“Wonderful” Percy said sitting up suddenly. “You will love America. The ministry will sort it all out for you.”

Harry blinked, “America?”

“Yes. I’m going over in a very prodigious Diplomatic position. And having you accompany me, will make the process easier.”

“Err right” Harry nodded looking over at Hermione.

“I think that’s a terrific idea Harry. It’ll certainly good experience. I can’t see why Kingsley won’t say no to it” Hermione said nodding.

Harry muttered a swear word under his breath. “You’re going to be bored to death” Ron said inhaling a mouthful of sliced beef.

“I didn’t mean to agree. I wasn’t listening” Harry hissed to Ron.

Ron grinned and chuckled. “Think of it as a free holiday, eh? You have been complaining about the Wizengamot hearings.”

Harry waited for Fred to cut in and crack a joke and cause Percy to huff off in a strop. But Fred didn’t reply because Harry remembered he was dead. And George hadn’t come over that day.

Four weeks later Harry was standing ankle deep in a swamp. The Portkey, a discarded salad spinner floated down the river before rattling and disappearing with a pop.

“Right. We ought to make a move, I can feel my shoes sinking into the mud” Percy announced with a smile that seemed incongruous with his scenario. The two dragged themselves to the bank. Harry was mildly concerned to see an Alligator slowly making its way towards them. He slipped out his wand and cast stupefy and the Alligator stopped and drifted back into the water.

Percy pulled out a piece of paper with a bunch of notes written down. “Right. If we walk East we should be able to find a road, and the ministry have organised a cab. That’s an American Taxi” Percy clarified.

“Yes. I know” Harry nodded, he’d seen enough American Movies to know some things.

The two trudged through swampland, over branches which crackled under foot until they finally pushed through the brush. Percy had some leaves stuck in his hair which reminded Harry of Mr Weasley. Sitting on the side of the Road window down and leaning out of the car was a fat house elf smoking a cigarette. Or at least Harry thought it was a house elf, they had the prominent ears and large eyes. What made Harry uncertain was that he was around Professor Flitwicks height, had a round gut and was wearing a stained Taxi uniform.

“Taxi for Weasley?” Percy said crossing over.

“Got any bags shove them in the trunk” he said and the boot of the car popped open. The driver leaned and peered at their muddy shoes. “Shoes too, otherwise your paying to clean my carpets.”

“Can do” Percy said genially. Harry took of his boots and took a plastic bag out of backpack. Percy shoved his in as well, as they loaded their magically expanded backpacks into the boot. Before they hopped in the backseat.

“British wizards eh? Nawlins isn’t like England, the No-Maj know all about wizards. But I wouldn’t go waving your wand about though” He loud commented as they headed back into town.

“Don’t worry Harry Potter and I will be very discreet” Percy said loudly. Clearly trying to big him up.

“Barry who?” The driver said looking back at him.

“He killed Lord Voldemort” Percy said confused.

“Yeah. I don’t know how you voted him in” The driver nodded with a tone suggesting he completely understood the situation.

Harry had to suppress a grin. Harry expected the mecca of American wizarding culture to be New York, It certainly was to muggles. He remembered Aunt Petunia how she talked about going there for her honeymoon with Uncle Vernon. But as it turned out while the Wizarding government was based in Manhattan, the rest of the wizarding community had spread out across the country. But the epicenter was New Orleans, down in Louisiana, near the Gulf of Mexico. A city that had been built up with immigrants from France, and Spain, a city where former slaves could become free people of colour. A cacophony of scents and flavors mixed. The lines between wizard and muggle long since had blurred. Stories of ghosts and vampires common place on every street. If you asked a muggle for an Apocathary or a herbalist, it would be run by a wizard and yet muggles would drift in an out buying supplies alongside any local wizard.

But the mix of supernatural where tours would run discussing the cities Vampire problem or all the stories of murders and ghosts. Every Muggle Harry had met had their own stories of ghosts or other supernatural encounters.

The longer he and Percy stayed in New Orleans, one thing because very clear to Harry. Percy had been very spoilt by Mrs Weasley and somehow his brothers had never clued in.

Because Percy was an utter slob. Harry wasn’t exactly perfect himself, but Percy seemed oblivious to the mess in their French quarter apartment. It often left Harry to clean the apartment and do all the cooking.

He had tried to encourage Percy to do it, “Percy you need to clean up, I’ve done the kitchen you need to clean the sitting room” He said handing an empty garbage bag to Percy.

Percy nodded but seemed to be staring distantly out the window, his attention elsewhere. “Sure Harry, I’ll get to it” Percy would promise. Nothing would happen and Harry would end up doing it himself. However the problem Harry ran into was while working at the United Kingdom’s Magical Embassy on Royal St, was the days were long and tiring. While Harry could absolutely cook, often he was too tired especially after keeping the apartment clean doing his and Percy’s washing. So they would order take out.

Which quickly became every night. Harry didn’t want to admit it was problem, but when the take out joints knew them by name. You had to admit it was time to cut back. But it was hard not too when your diet looked like this.

Monday: McDonalds (They’d wander down Canal street and eat inside)

Tuesday: Pizza (Usually Dominos if Harry ordered. If Percy ordered it would be woodfired and dripping with oil)

Wednesday: Restaurant night. (They’d pick one of the favorites from the French quarter and dine out.)

Thursday: Fried Chicken. (KFC, Popeyes or Willies Chicken Shack. Harry found when fried chicken was involved, he’d eat anything.)

Friday: Buffet Night at Harrah’s Casino (This had started on Wednesdays, but they’d end up drinking beer and eating until late and loosing track of time. So they shifted it to Fridays. Harry was certain it was the cause of him bursting the buttons on all his work trousers one month.)

Saturday: Fried Chicken Night 2 (It was Harry’s weakness. And it was great before or after getting drunk.)

Sunday: IHOP (Because even mediocre pancakes were a great way to finish the week)

Within a couple of weeks Harry found himself able to eat more and his stomach would bloat out after their heavy dinners. Lunch was often Po’boys which were always filled him up. He and Percy would eat in their office that overlooked the French quarter. Their slim bodies slowly softening.

“Harry you can finish off the rest of mine” Percy said leaning back in his chair, his sweater riding up revealing a bloated swollen curve of a belly. “I’m still bloated from the donuts I ate for morning tea.”

“They were meant to be shared” Harry chuckled as he slid Percy’s over. Harry ate it greedily, the sauce dripping down his chin. He missed the approving look Percy gave him as he licked his fingers.

It hadn’t been rapid far from it. His body had remained sort of slim for a good two years although he had small soft pot belly. Occasionally his pants buttons would struggle, and he found his pants would often burst open. But he might have just been wearing them out.

But undeniably Harry found a thrill as he went from ten stone, to eleven, then from eleven to twelve. There had been that exact moment, when Harry had reflected where he truly changed, he had hit fifteen stone. His face was puffier and fuller and his tummy was obvious no matter what clothes he wore, even his chest had softened and he was beginning to develop man-boobs. And it felt so utterly right.

“You look healthier Harry, it suits you” Percy would smile at him when Harry would leave the bathroom. Their boundaries had slipped, the confined space meant they had seen a lot more of each other. Percy was getting thicker two his stomach was firmer and bulkier than Harry’s softer puffier appearance. They had started eating their takeaway dinner in nothing but their underwear.

But when Harry reflected on his growing body, he realised how much his growth made sense. Particular moments where as when he was a child. Harry recalled stuffing Dudley’s hand me down clothes with a pillow and pretending to be incredibly spoilt as a way of managing his frustration at his enormous cousin. When his uncle and Aunt had left him alone one afternoon. Harry still remembered the feeling of being so big and how much he envied his cousin for it.

There was also the time when Harry was nine and Aunt Marge had been visiting, she’d had a few too many glasses of brandy and passed out in a chair. Harry had managed to sneak a tub of ice cream from the freezer he’d eaten it until it was half melted and felt practically queasy. But cleverly he’d taken the tub and left the freezer open, Aunt Marge’s dog licked up the remains of the ice cream and trotted it across the kitchen floor, handling forcing her to take the blame for the missing ice cream.

Of course, he vividly remembered the Moment at Hogwarts when Harry had first taken the Polyjuice potion and how his body had changed to be bigger and beefier. He remembered the erection and putting it down to a side effect of the potion.

All these little moments suddenly made sense. Harry desired to be big, it took New Orleans to realise it.

Percy wasn’t faring any better mind, the two of them had bellies and appetites to match. They were both hesitant to return home as the three-year tenure loomed, as they hadn’t been home for Christmas. So, beyond owls and the occasional fire-call none of them had seen them.

The two of them were enjoying the warm evening, the pair eating slices of pizza between frozen margaritas. It’s how their usual nights out began as they made their way down to the gay bars further down Bourbon Street.

“I still feel weird about this” Harry murmured slurping the drink. Watching as Percy scratched the beard he’d been growing.

“Your Twenty One, we’re celebrating your birthday. It’s the big one” Percy grinned leaning in as Harry took the slice of pizza into his hands. “Your a big one. Aren’t you?”

Harry felt his face warm. “I am” he nodded. “I’m getting so fat” he murmured.

“Yes you are” Percy agreed as he heaved himself off his chair and put his arm around Harry pulling him close. Harry hadn’t really noticed the change in Percy at first. “And you’ll keep growing won’t you?”

“Mhmmm” Harry grinned, the alcohol setting in.

Early in their trip Percy had been the one who suggested they go out drinking. Harry had pointed out being under 21 he wasn’t allowed to but Percy insisted he confund the bouncer. Percy had also been the one to buy his first shot of Absinthe. Which burned, but tasted far better the more you drank it. Harry had woken up in Percy’s bed the following morning, their bodies covered in cum. Harry had decided that it was something they didn’t need to talk about again. In the two and half years since that incident. Harry and Percy had hooked up a few times. Harry found himself enjoying it a little more each time.

“Harry. Are you a straight boy tonight?” Percy would murmur into his ear when they’d both had a little too much to drink and neither had managed to hookup.

“Not straight tonight” Harry would murmur. Harry was straight ish, although Percy still dragged Harry out to the Gay Bars on Burbon street. Harry was happy to play wingman. And on a few occasions he’d end up with a ‘fag hag.’

It was a good time, and seeing Percy finally loosen up and come into his own was good to see. Percy with the weight he’d put on was now described as a ‘Bear.’ Which somehow led to him became even more successful at getting laid. His bulky body and British accent being a powerful combination.

Harry had been inspired to grow his own beard. But it didn’t suit him anywhere near as well. So he ended up shaving it off.

Percy hadn’t been the only one who’d been sexually adventurous. Harry had enjoyed many hookups. Being British was something that everyone found attractive. Although Percy had commented, “Harry, have you noticed that each woman you shag tends to be fatter than the previous one.”

“Well, I like bigger people” Harry muttered as he poured himself a cup of tea.

“Bigger People?” Percy smirked wandering over. “What a peculiar, choice of words” he commented.

Harry straightened, “I’m well…open to experiences.”

Percy nodded curiously and stretched rubbing his considerable belly. “Just experiences Harry?”

Harry swallowed, he knew what Percy was doing. “Yep” Harry said flustered.

“Do you know the other thing I’ve noticed. About your experiences?” Percy said walking over pressing against Harry.

“Oh yeah?” Harry swallowed thickly.

“You always bring home red heads” Percy whispered.

“They aren’t all” Harry defended.

“I know Harry” Percy reassured. “It’s been a while since we’ve well. Slept together.”

Harry blushed and turned to Percy. “I know. It’s just we’ll be going home soon…”

“We will” Percy agreed. “You make a good wife Harry Potter.”

“Why am I the wife?” Harry said wryly.

“Well Your a great bottom” Percy grinned squeezing Harry’s ass. “Your also not pulling away.”

“Most of our boundaries went long ago” Harry replied.

“And stories that won’t be repeated to my brothers.”

“Yes sir” Harry replied wryly reaching and squeezing Percy’s shoulders.

Percy grinned, “You know I prefer Daddy.”

Harry shivered in delight, “I don’t know if I can be gay. I mean..”

Percy smiled, “I’m not labelling you. I just don’t like sharing you.”

“You’ve never said anything before?” Harry said easing from Percy’s grip.

“I’m a gentleman, but the Australian was a bit much” Percy admitted.

The Australian in question, was a wizard who was on holiday. Tanned with freckles and red hair. Harry had met him at work, and the two went out for a drink. They’d gotten so drunk they’d climbed over the high wall of Cemetery Number one. Had sex and ended up streaking back through the French Quarter. It was the only time Harry had seen Percy angry. Harry hadn’t realised then it was jealousy.

Harry looked away, “It was fun, but it wasn’t as bad as the vampire.”

“That was different” Percy scoffed, “I was mesmerised.”

“Bullshit” Harry coughed. As he remembered getting home to find a vampire with his fangs in Percy’s neck.

“We both have made bad choices” Percy agreed. “But maybe this is the right choice.”

“Being us?” Harry said.

“We’re practically married already” Percy said wryly.

“Except we’re not” Harry countered.

Percy took Harry’s hand and led him to the couch. “I made a list, of what I want out of a relationship, I want to know your feelings. So we can be on the same page.”

“You made a list?” Harry said dubiously.

The list was very Percy and included.

Stay at home partner.

Communication.

Good cook.

Understanding.

Flexible.

Loving.

Cuddly.

Wants a lot of children.

“When you say a lot of children?” Harry asked.

“Well at least a dozen” Percy said firmly. “I want a big family.”

“Twelve?” Harry clarified frowning.

“I can negotiate less” Percy said honestly. “I don’t like using condoms. They’re too tight.”

“On your enormous penis” Harry grinned.

“That you take expertly” Percy smiled thumping Harry’s double chin.

“So it would be no condoms..what did that muggle say. Oh the Catholic way” Percy smiled wryly.

“I’m starting to see why your still single” Harry grinned.

“Come on. What do you want?” Percy asked handing Harry a pen.

“Trusting, Monogamy, understanding, an Equal parent. I don’t have a lot of father figures. Well Dumbledore I suppose” Harry admitted.

“I’m well aware of your Daddy issues” Percy grinned kissing Harry’s forehead. “Anything else.”

Harry smiled and added one word at the top of Percy’s list. ‘Obesity.’

“You want that?” Percy smiled in agreement.

“No diets” Harry grinned.

“Fine with me” Percy chuckled, his belly wobbled and Harry cuddled against him.

“I have one condition” Harry said.

“Mhmm” Percy said comfortable.

“I’m not getting pregnant until we’re married” Harry warned.

Percy nodded, “That’s probably for the best. I can already imagine Mum complaining.” He hugged Harry tightly, “come here.”

“Mhmm?” Harry said looking up at him.

Percy gently removed Harry’s glasses and leaned in close and kissed him gently. The two beginning to make out. Harry knew his face well enough that he wouldn’t accidentally headbutt him, again.

❧

But he’d miss the city, it was beautiful, and he had adventures. The job working was at times well dull. But he did get to meet and work with extraordinary wizards. Taking them out, cruises on the paddle steamer, late dinners in the French quarter and one particular occasion getting completely shit faced and lost in the Audubon Park.

It felt sad to be packing up their apartment. They’d purchased furniture in America so they’d spent one humid Saturday selling whatever furniture they could get rid off. While all their belongings got packed up and they sent it back to the burrow. But He and Percy did make one stop a little jewellers that he’d always walk past just a block down from Jackson Square. Percy picked out a beautiful gold diamond ring with amethyst gems. And a beautiful pearl necklace, with purple, gold, and silver and clear quartz beads. It reminded Harry of Mardi Gras with the parties and drinking and how wizards would shoot of fireworks with their wand and everyone was too drunk to care. It was a promise, Percy wasn’t proposing yet. But they both wanted the ring to be a reminder of how they got together.

“Feels odd to go home? I’ll probably loose my tan” Percy commented as he locked the door. The pointed Iron wrought that surrounded the balconies and acted as a deterrent from climbing onto the balcony, hung above them.

Harry’s chuckled, “they’re going to have a fit when they see how fat we’ve gotten.”

Percy chuckled and patted his gut. “And regret all the food. Hardly, I’ll probably starve on the pitiful sizes at home. You just need more variety than fried chicken.”

“They have KFC in London Perce. Come on we better get a cab to the portkey” Harry nudged. “I won’t let you starve” he said kissing Percy warmly.

“Ooh. I want to stock up on Praline before I go” Percy remembered. “And Cheese in a can.”

Harry laughed, “that’s a good point. I’m gonna miss that for certain.”

“We can always come back. Holidays, I’m sure Ginny will probably want to visit” Percy pointed out.

Harry nodded, “I’ve been sending her pralines and other sweets regularly. She’s written more than Ron.”

“That’s hardly surprising, Ron was never that interested in travel” Percy smiled. “Let’s head home shall we?” He grinned offering an Arm to Harry.

“Let’s do it” Harry grinned.

II.

HOMECOMING

“The Portkey should have arrived. So they’ll be home any minute” Mrs Weasley said fussing around the kitchen waving her wand as she plated up some sandwiches and put on some tea.

“Mum. It’s only Percy. He buggered off for three years, you don’t need to roll out the red carpet” George said picking up a sandwich of the plate.

“George” Mrs Weasley said slapping her sons hand away. “Percy and Harry have been doing quite a predidigous job. I don’t see you being personally asked to open an international Embassy.”

“Mum. They were getting rid of him, and somehow he dragged Harry along” George insisted. “Harry’s probably going to have all the interesting bits shaved off. He’ll be a dull pencil pusher.”

“Stop it. It’ll be good to have them both home” Mrs Weasley said firmly not rising to George’s bait. “Pass me another plate George.”

“I’m just saying they could have come home for one Christmas in three years” George said raising his hands in surrender.

“Technically Harry doesn’t have any biological family. So he’s not under any obligation” Angelina pointed out.

“Alright devils advocate” George grinned at her. “I’m holding them accountable for skipping our wedding.”

“We all missed your wedding. Because you Eloped!” Mrs Weasley snapped at him.

“And I’m still holding a grudge over it” George insisted as he pulled the curtain aside. “Merlin. I don’t believe it” George admitted peering out.

“Wait give me a look?” Angelina grinned as she leaned up to the window. “Not quite how I expected Harry to look after three years. I suppose he doesn’t look as Anorexic anymore.”

Mrs Weasley threw open the back door and went out to greet them.

Percy and Harry waddled up the drive. Mrs Weasley came out and beamed proudly “Percy, Harry. Oh come here” she said pulling them both into tight hugs. “Look how healthy you both look. Now come in. Come in, all your boxes arrived yesterday, we weren’t sure where you were going to put them. So they’re in Your Fathers shed.”

“Yes well Harry and I have already planned to stay at Grimauld Place for a bit” Percy insisted.

“No you can both stay upstairs. There are rooms for both of you” Mrs Weasley said reassuringly as they walked Into the kitchen. “I’ve got tea and sandwiches, have you two eaten?”

“Won’t say no too food. Mrs Weasley” Harry said sitting down at the table.

“Clearly you haven’t. Looking a bit chunky there Harry” George commented. “Harry Porker” George grinned as he came up with it.

Harry’s cheeks went red and he sucked in self consciously. “There was a lot of good food.”

“Harry and I ate out quite a lot. We had a quite a time” Percy chuckled.

Harry smirked, he could see Percy was putting on his stuffiness. Out of habit or shame perhaps. He’d never realised how much of a facade he put on.

“I’m sure Perce. I bet your a hard partier” George scoffed.

“There are stories” Harry smirked. “The amount of Absythe Percy and I got through.”

George’s jaw fell open slack at them.

“Absinthe. That is hallucinogenic no? The green fairy?” Fleur said waddling in, her belly bulging clearly pregnant. Harry couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t thin anymore. Fleur had become a ‘big girl’ She hugged Harry affectionately and he almost choked on all the perfume. “I have missed you at Family Dinners. You will ‘ave to come around.”

“Yeah. It’s strong. Percy was the one who got me hooked” Harry commented. “Percy and I would love that.”

“Percy and I?” Angelina noted.

“Percy? Percy got you hooked on Alcohol?” George said shaking. “I don’t believe it.”

“I also taught him to confund the bouncers. He was quite a good wingman” Percy smiled wryly.

“Sure. But there was that time..” Harry trailed off as Mrs Weasley walked back in ear shot.

“Time that what? Dear?” Mrs Weasley asked as she handed him a mug of tea.

“Well there was the time Percy got this close to be bitten by a vampire” Harry grinned taking a sip of tea.

Percy sighed and rubbed his temple. “Yes well, you were useless. You ran in and threw Garlic paste at him.”

“I would argue that it worked” Harry said shrugging. “The Vampire did leave after that.”

“Sorry. Sorry. Vampire. You Percy? You slept with a vampire?” George questioned and pressed his hand to Percy’s forehead. “He’s not ill. Harry? How did you break him? I’ve been trying for years?”

“Harry!” Ron grinned. “Blimey Harry. Your huge...what’s this? Your becoming Dudley sized” Ron said hugging Harry and prodding his belly. “Hello Perce.”

“Harry was telling us how he was saved Percy from a vampire” George said shaking his head in disbelief.

“What? A vampire? Why would they want Percy?” Ron laughed grabbing a sandwich.

“He was quite interested in Percy taking his dick” Harry muttered quietly.

Ron choked and thumped his chest. “What?”

“Harry. Is Percy a man whore?” George said his face lighting up. “Please tell me that my stuffy older brother is a gigilo.”

“He got around. We both did..” Harry admitted trying to downplay it.

“Your gay?” Ron said staring at Percy.

“He’s been gay for years, Ronald. Your brother isn’t required to inform you of everything” Mrs Weasley said shaking her head. “I don’t know what you saw in that poor Penelope girl.”

“Penelope Clearwater, and she was nice” Percy said firmly.

“Always thought she looked a bit mannish” Angelina commented.

George hid a grin from his face.

“Harry” Ginnys voice cut through the discussion.

Harry looked up and he could help but grin at her. She was after all the only person who knew the shenanigans he got up too. Ginny stood in the doorway, her firey red hair was cut shorter till it just hit her shoulders. Her pale freckled face looked plumper, rounder cheeks and double chin. Her body which Harry remembered to be slim and petite and filled out. Her hips were wider and her shirt was tight over a pillowy tummy. Harry felt his mouth dry up. “Hello...” Harry grinned.

“Someone likes a big girl” George commented grinning.

Ginny shot a fierce look at him. “Call me big again and I’ll shove my quidditch boot up your ass.”

“And I’m taken” Harry explained looking at George.

“You undersold how fat you got” Ginny smiled back at him and warmly patted his belly as she leaned over and grabbed a sandwich. Harry getting a face full of breast.

“Ahem” Percy coughed a little jealously.

“Calm down” Ginny huffed. “I’m not going to steel him back.”

“It’s fine” Harry finally managed to say.

“I feel like I’m missing something” Ron said looking over at George.

“Yeah…” George nodded slowly.

“Seriously” Angelina said looking at Fleur. “You see it right.”

“Oui, it’s ‘ard not to miss” Fleur agreed.

“What is?”

“Harry and I are together” Percy said firmly.

“Ron. Did Percy? Our stick in the mud brother Percy say he and Harry were together. In the relationship sense.”

“Err…think so yeah” Ron nodded.

Harry looked at Percy, who leaned over and kissed Harry firmly.

“Oh. I’m gonna need therapy” George muttered.

“You already go to therapy” Angelina said wryly

“I’m going to need more therapy.”

“Don’t be prudes” Ginny smiled. “I’m glad your back Harry” She commented as she ate a sandwich. Ginny waddled over and sat down in one of the chairs which creaked underneath her.

“Apparently someone has been sending her lots of American sweets. She ended up getting too fat for quidditch” Ron commented amused at Harry. “Dudley says thankyou.”

“Dudley?” Harry blinked.

“Yep. Don’t ask me how it happened” Ron admitted. “But you definitely made her fat” he whispered.

“And I look forward to the day when your eating habits catch up with you. And you start getting fat” Ginny warned.

“Ignore them. It appens in your twenties. A real man won’t care” Fleur reassured “Especially when you ave children.”

“Percy wanted how many children?” Harry said wryly.

“We’ll, Err just a few” Percy dismissed.

“He wants twelve” Harry said wryly.

“Twelve?” Fleur, Angelina and Ginny all said horrified.

“Twelve Percy’s? I’m feeling light headed” George said.

Percy leaned over and his eyes narrowed at Harry playfully. “I could tell the story about you and the Australian?”

“Harry and the Australian?” Fleur asked intrigued.

“Oh yes. Harry was…” Percy began as Harry covered Percy’s mouth with his hand.

“Not happening” Harry warned.

“Boo” Angelina groaned. “I want to hear about Harry being a whore.”

“Right now it’s lunchtime, come on eat up” Mrs Weasley encouraged.

“Feels good to be home” Percy smiled.

“Not going to go back then?” George asked.

“Not straight away” Harry revealed.

“Maybe for a holiday. We’ll take our twelve kids” Percy grinned. Harry rolled his eyes.

❧

Twenty One Years later.

“Boys don’t dawdle? Waddling is not an excuse for Tardiness” Percy Weasley said firmly as he stood firmly. His gut had become larger with each year. He dominated every room he was in because of his sheer size. As wide as he was tall. His gut was taught and heavy and his enormous thighs somehow managed to hold him up.

Harry Potter-Weasley rubbed his pregnant belly. He was round and wide, not quite the size of Percy. But certainly only a 100lbs behind. Another pregnancy would no doubt do it. “We need to do a headcount” Harry said puffing. His dark hair wet with sweat. “Was it this hot last time?”

“You weren’t that round last time.” Percy began counting the dozen children that stood before them. Twelve Weasley-Potter children.

James the eldest at nineteen an enormous teenager who was very clearly taking after his Dad’s with his whalesome figure.

Albus a introverted sixteen year old, with a heavy pillowy figure who’s stomach was struggling to fit in any of his clothing. Due to a recent growth spurt that lay squarely with being indulged by his boyfriend Scorpius Granger-Malfoy.

The oldest twins fourteen year old girls, Lily and Molly with their fierce red hair and equally strong personalities. Both girls had filled out in the last year, they had taken after their grandmother. Ginny had been livid it had skipped a generation.

Quiet and round, thirteen year old Lucy. Had inherited Harry’s dark hair and need for glasses. She also reminded Harry of Percy at Hogwarts, with his strict attitude.

Eleven year old Arthur, a plump boy with curly red hair and the boldest green eyes. He was on the slimmer end compared to his heavier siblings. He’d already become enamoured with quidditch and determined to continue Harry’s record.

Nine months later Alister arrived. Now ten he was a round boy with dark hair who ate at every opportunity, he was calm and had a sarcastic streak. Although he hadn’t yet shown signs of magic.

Susan was the youngest girl currently. A very round girl who was eight and three quarters. And she would happily let you know. Confident and knowledgeable, she often followed in step behind Albus.

Then there was Gideon and Fabian. They were loud and enthusiastic. Constantly wanting to be the centre of attention. The two eight year olds were often getting into trouble.

Then there were the babies of the family. Seven year old Harrison and Five year old Percy. They were both you and wide, arguably the most spoiled out of the twelve children.

“Eleven. Twelve, and lucky thirteen” Percy grinned patting Harry’s belly.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Lucky is not the word I’d have used” he muttered. “Gideon. Come down please. You will hurt yourself” Harry said firmly. “Later on we’ll go to the park and you can run around or we can stop for Pralines?”

“What a pralines?” Harrison asked curiously.

“It’s like fudge. It’s a Nawlins speciality” Susan said.

“It’s how your Aunt Ginny got so fat” Harry chuckled.

“Yes. She asked us to fill a suitcase full of them” Percy confirmed.

“Why are we looking at a house?” James asked aware that the very occasional pedestrian staring at the twelve obese children and their two even larger parents.

“Because this is the house where your Dad and I got together” Harry said warmly.

There was an audible groan from their assembled children. “Really?” Molly frowned. “We couldn’t have seen an interesting thing?”

“This is an important part of our family history. You wouldn’t exist without this house” Percy said frowning.

“Dad, we get it. But the house where Grandma and Grandpa were killed. That’s important, Hogwarts that’s important. This is just a house you two shared. It’s not like anything interesting happened other than you too getting fat” James explained. Numerous children nodded in agreement.

“Interesting things happened. Some of you are far too young to hear those stories” Harry pointed out.

“Really?” James asked curiously.

“Once the little ones are in bed we’ll tell you a few stories. After the ghost tour” Harry smiled.

“Dad. Can’t we come too?” Susan beggged.

“It’s too late for you. That’s why you’ll be in bed” Percy said firmly.

“Can we go up?” Albus asked.

“Sorry Al, someone else lives there. But we just wanted to show you where your Dad and I got together” Percy said beaming “Slowly wore him down”

“That’s not how that went” Harry said wryly.

“It’s how I like to remember it” Percy grinned. “Twenty two years together. We’ve done quite well.”

“I think, not knowing how birth control works is not the achievement you think it is” James smirked.

“Come on, we have a lunch reservation, and my feet are already too swollen in this heat” Harry said.

“Finally food!” Alister said licking his lips.

“Trust me you don’t need it” James said jiggling his gut.

“Let’s go Potter-Weasleys. James waddle in front will you.” Percy encouraged. James nodded and moved to the front. “We did well” he smiled at Harry.

“We did. Although we should have stopped at five or six” Harry said wryly.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every moment” Percy said rubbing Harry’s belly.

“I am very lucky to have you” Harry chuckled and kissed Percy.

“Ewwwww” Grimaced their youngest children.

2003 James

2006 Albus

2008 Lily and Molly

2009 Lucy

2011 Arthur

2012 Alister

2013 Susan

2014 Gideon and Fabian

2015 Harrison

2017 Percy